After waking up from a sorrowful conversation with an older lady, that I had spoken with for years, by now, and not being able to recall her name. After thinking more about her, I coujld not place anywhere we had chanced to meet that was anywhere in my waking world, or at was at least the conclusion I resigned with. So for a second time, in my life, I have stumbled across a parallel history as tactile and meaningful as any when I'm awake. It still gives me chills. The question that remanins is will I see this lady again, will I remember that I am sleeping, if i do? Anyway soon after the shock and realization. I grabbed my tablet and this poem fell out in a heaping splash.